Kindness

Riven's POV:[Evening = A Casino]I didn't need a doctor or even a nurse. I mean, laughter was said to be the best medicine, right?The only medication I needed to soothe the pain biting into my shoulder was...Yeah, laughter.And every time my daggers landed beside the whimpering bastard, I chuckled."I've... I've told you everything I know! I swear! Don't kill me!"Even his tearful rants were comical, and I kept throwing blades at him.Today had been... fun. A day filled with giving out torments and collecting cash was fun. What better way to end it than by visiting a casino and playing darts?"The wannabe biker gang are called The Viper Cell. How corny!" Whilst Niko scoffed, I twirled a dagger between my fingers.The space was filled with nothing but this amnesic fool's breaths and clatters."They even had the balls to attack The Grim Reaper." Another voice, more gravelly than Niko's, was heard."We should barge into whatever shithole they dwell in and kill them!" The voice yelled.

Last Updated : 2025-12-13

Never

Lina’s POV:Something felt wrong. Way too wrong.And it wasn’t because of how quiet this place was. My consciousness had returned, yet I refused to open my eyes.My brain remembered everything – I got abducted twice. Yeah, the first abduction happened with Ma when she took me from the station.And the second, the most infuriating one, was with Princeton. That bloody bastard had never taken no for an answer.Back then, after my body tensed up whenever he touched me, I’d try to withdraw. He’d refuse, hell-bent on forcing things, and so I broke up with him.You’d think the breakup plus my move to LA would get him off my back. But no. He followed me here. Ugh!The abduction wasn’t completely unexpected. What I didn’t expect was the silence.Where did Princeton bring me to? Why was the silence so damn heavy? And most importantly, why did it smell like Riven?!Finally, but slowly, my eyes fluttered open.“Hmm,” I winced a bit since my head pounded dully.I tried to sit upright and, shocking

Last Updated : 2025-12-13

A Line

Lina’s POV:I knew something wasn’t good. Maybe it was leaving Princeton at the brink of death.Or just… Riven. No reason but the sheer existence of Riven Rykerthorn.Something wasn’t good, but I needed a solid mind to think about that.My mind was melted by heat. Heat that dispersed from my chest, melting every ounce of strength in me.Riven’s mouth and tongue were the cause.“Pl…ea…se” I couldn’t feel my tongue. I couldn’t feel my own lips move.All I felt was pleasure mixed with a bit of pain.My head shakily lowered, eyes watching this bastard’s cruel mouth on my breast.Water rained down, enough to blur my vision, but I saw it clearly. I felt every fucking thing and—"Oh my!" I cried out at the abuse of my nipple.His teeth grazed it too harshly. Too sinfully. Yet so delicately."Hmm!"He detached his mouth, and not even water washed the redness away."Fuck" I heard Riven grunt, switching his attention to the other.He pulled the thin, wet shirt all the way to my collarbone, want

Last Updated : 2025-12-16

Step Sister

Writer's POV:[Riven's Penthouse | The Courtyard]He'd never allow him.First, Riven would be damned to allow Ryker under his roof. Heck, no one had ever stepped in here and come out alive.No one except for… yeah, her.“I'll never allow you.” Ryker's gruff but calm voice came.He wasn't here for pleasantries, so he didn't try to step foot into the building. Besides, only God knew how many booby traps were laid there.So he stood in front of his car, adjusting the cuff of his suit.Riven was irked. Both by his old man's presence and the fact that he treated here like his boardroom.This was his fucking driveway, and he despised rodents on it.“You think I'd sit back and allow you to drag the image of my company down the drain with your attitude?” Ryker faced his son, a deep frown etched on his lips.Riven regarded the man in his early 50s with… awe.As he leaned against his bike, muscular arms folded underneath his chest, he smirked. The kind a king would give to a first-time, unfunn

Last Updated : 2025-12-17

Three Headed Dragon

Writer's POV[The Rykerthorn Mansion]Ryker had returned to a house - just like he had done for past years.A house. Not a home.Once he alighted from the car, one of the butlers should’ve run out. Well, a butler did scurry out, ready to take the car keys and park it in the garage.But trailing behind him was a maid. A very, very worried one.From her facial expression, Ryker guessed the reason. So, after he tossed the key, and now slouched, he strolled on the cobblestone.“Welcome back, Master.”He barely nodded to the greeting of the maid."The mistress had stopped crying a while ago" Again, the maid, now trailing behind him slowly.From the different, far angles of the mansion’s living room, the servants noticed their employer’s mood. Many guessed and concluded his shoulders were slacked because of weight.Yes, the weight of the soon-to-be Mrs. Rykerthorn's sadness. From Willow’s cries throughout the night, and early hours of the morning, they figured her daughter—the unseen Miss

Last Updated : 2025-12-20

All Chapters of My Stepbrother, My Damnation : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Kindness

Never

A Line

Step Sister

Three Headed Dragon